As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...

Stuck in isolation
for this virus thing is rife...

This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...

Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...

Theres a penquin in my sandwich box
he's wearing bright green socks...

A twinkle in the dead of night
caused light through my bedroom drape...

An ashen veil of night removes the light
as beauty takes her leave and still I grieve...

This one way road to nowhere
feeds your narcissistic need...

I would fly along with sparrows,
mirror the sharp turns of the fish...

There is a magic place where you can learn
where teachers can be fair but often stern...

My night is dark, no love to give me light
though moonlight glimmers on the distant shore...

A Sonnet is quite tough for me to grasp
Though rhyme emits from me with silky ease...